Heading to the Cliffs of Insantiy

It's six above zero outside. The sun is just barely thinking of peeking over the horizon. In ten minutes or so, we're heading out to Ashton for our first early-morning foray into the world of dog sled racing. This is for Uncharted, of course. No other reason would get me out of bed this early for such insanity. We (Alan, John and I) look forward to a Main Street filled with barking dogs, colorful dog owners, dog doots, streaks and streaks of dog pee and the other local and imported crazies that such events bring out in droves. Chest hairs will curl and grow and sprout anew as we adjust (we hope) to the cold. Updates to follow.